Seeing An Lan's outrageous remarks, Chen Yi's face darkened.
No need to guess—this bastard had definitely been indulging in some exotic pleasures again!
If he dared to fool around in such a serious setting, who knew what he got up to in private?
From their very first meeting, Chen Yi had known he was no good.
With hollow cheeks and sunken eyes, An Lan was supposedly a renowned healing priest, yet his body was absurdly frail.
What, did a few days of practicing the domineering "Great Devouring Heaven Art" make him think he was hot stuff again?
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: Having fun?]
On a certain kinky bed, An Lan, who had just cleaned up, immediately broke into a cold sweat, shivering uncontrollably.
Oh shit!
The group admin was pissed!
He should’ve stopped earlier—why couldn’t he control himself?!
[Unemployed God of Light: Admin, let me explain! I can justify this!]
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: What you do is your business. I only care about results. Fail the evaluation, and your account gets banned for a year. Fail again, and you’re kicked from the group.]
Every word struck like a dagger.
An Lan was genuinely terrified now.
He’d always thought the admin was easygoing, a fellow transmigrator with shared hometown ties, which had emboldened him to let loose a little.
But only now did he realize—this admin wasn’t some pushover. He was a Tribulation Transcension expert who weathered heavenly strikes for fun!
Who knew what horrors he’d endured to reach such heights? Would someone like him even care about a flimsy bond like shared origins?
Without proving his worth, he’d be discarded without a second thought.
At this realization, An Lan’s pupils contracted. He yanked up his pants and bolted, hastily typing a reply in the group chat.
[Unemployed God of Light: Reporting in, Admin—my situation’s unstable. Ever since you caused that ruckus last time, the God of Light has re-emerged, ordering all churches to hunt down "otherworldly demon spies" infiltrating the realm!
My humble chapel received the directive, and they even sent a third-rank Holy Light Enforcer to supervise. I know they’re looking for me, but without your orders, I didn’t dare expose myself. So I’ve been playing along, inspecting every town and village in the county daily.
If you need me to trigger a help quest, I’m ready to self-destruct anytime!
As for my combat power growth these past two weeks… I’m ashamed. With the enforcer watching, I couldn’t practice other techniques. Progress was pitiful—only from 12,000 to 13,000. I’ve failed you, Admin.]
"Tsk."
Chen Yi sighed, his irritation fading.
No matter what, An Lan had been the first to pledge loyalty to him.
Back when the group was new, two of the three members distrusted him as the rookie admin. Only An Lan had risked his life to trigger that first help quest.
It had been Group 108’s inaugural mission—no one knew what to expect. Even with Chen Yi’s 900 million combat power, life was a one-time deal. Who’d gamble like that?
Chen Yi remembered that debt. As long as An Lan didn’t betray him, he’d always have a place here—no matter how much of a mess he was.
The expulsion threat? Just tough love.
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: Given the circumstances, I’ll let this evaluation slide. Next time, hit the mark—or face the consequences.]
"Huh?!" An Lan’s gloomy eyes lit up.
He’d braced for a scolding, but it was all bark and no bite?
Who the hell said the admin was ruthless?!
Clowning myself here!
Slap!
He smacked himself hard, vowing to castrate himself if he ever succumbed to lust again.
[Unemployed God of Light: Don’t worry, Admin—next evaluation, I’ll blow you away!]
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: Good. Aside from a few slackers, most hit their targets this time. Keep it up.]
[Admin sent a 360,000-point red envelope.]
[‘I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice’ grabbed 50,000 points.]
[‘Unemployed God of Light’ grabbed 70,000 points.]
[...]
[I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice: Thanks, Admin!]
[Thanks, Admin!] +6
Still muted, Liu Ruyan could only watch and seethe, cursing the "dog admin" inwardly.
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: Listen up. Here’s the plan:
1. Fang Zheng, hold off on provoking the Supreme Being. Let them recover—fatten them up first.
2. Zhao Gao, go harass the protagonist. Once the help quest triggers, Fang Zheng takes over. You split rewards 70-30.
3. Xiao Chunan, retrieve your clan’s treasure and use it as bait. Lure the big fish, then standby for my signal.
4. An Lan, lay low and wait.
5. Chen Bo, keep lying low.
The rest of you, train harder.]
[I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice: Understood!]
[Villain Seeking Redemption: Understood!]
[Understood] +5
Muted Liu Ruyan: You bastard!
Soon, the members sprang into action, their statuses going offline one by one.
Meanwhile, in the Illusory Star Secret Realm, Chen Yi prepped his avatar.
This trip wasn’t just for quests and points—he needed to scout teammates with rapid growth potential. That might require a… friendly chat with local heavenly laws.
Quest rewards were peanuts. The real prize was assembling three 30 million+ combat power allies to unlock the Exorcism Dungeon.
At the same time…
Azure Sky Continent, Sacred Void Sect, Enforcement Hall.
"Zhou Zheng, you know what to say to the sect leader, right? Remember those pretty little sisters of yours. Don’t think just because they’re at the Saintess Peak, we can’t reach them."
An enforcement elder whispered menacingly in Zhou Zheng’s ear.
Zhou Zheng remained expressionless, even calmly replying, "Relax. I know my lines. Just watch the show."
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
